Nests Poems - Poems about Nests

The absence of hope nests upon my shoulders like epaulettes of desolation

The absence of hope nests upon my shoulders like epaulettes of desolation,
with its poisonous warmth that has burned my skin to the bone, leaving purple scars,
crimson cuts from endless waiting in the antechamber of miracles that never come,
and yet it's strange how hope extends its hands with free bandages, like a merciful lady.
Despair no longer

Spring - What Are You Saying???

Birds are chirping and singing,
little ones in their nests are swinging.
Some are red and some just flew,
one went right by you.


Flowers are now awakening,
their pretty colors will be breathtaking.
Love them in colors of white~pink~yellow and blue,
a pretty site as we walk around the zoo.


Did you hear the big yellow bee?
His buzzing sound fills me with

My Ears are Like Nests

My ears are like nests,
the thrill of sound,
surround sound of
so many worlds

the dove and the jay
the phoebe, the robin
…so many flocks

I don’t need to unlock
the meaning, it stirs
my soul, sends me

My ears are like nests,
beaks opening, my chest
heaving, relieving
the images of night
the -mares reprieving

the warbler, the wren
the skylarks, the sparrows
…so many flocks

In the Spring, to

Bird Gym-Nests

sparrows spare...ow's...
with their
wing-s-eyes for full-light... 

and...

bird brain differ-andt-says...
that their spe-sees well
past human percept-shuns...

so that...

their ups-downs and spirals spun...
show
wings without any attend-shuns...


stan sand

Un-Feathered Nests

The geese have migrated
taking many songbirds with them.

Some Canada Geese
have chosen to stay in the parking lots
by the busy shops, ensconced
within their un-feathered nests.

All day they direct the traffic,
attack cars if they come too near.

Night and day we Ohioans
try to ignore them,
but the geese
have fluffed up their goosy egos,
and will bar the way
of weary travelers
until

About Our Nests

Like little birds that at last leave the nest,
so too do our own little birds fly away.
When life’s lessons have barely begun to be learned,
they fly away to gain new experiences
and insights of their own.

Some will build very small nests 
and remain there without partners for many years.
Most will mate and through procreation,
they will create

Exotic Rubenesque Bubble Nests

colorful birds enjoy their apartment in the sky
exotic island-like Rubenesque bubble nests
fowls in a variety of gorgeous colors, reposing
their plain round grass huts show them off well.

Building Nests

(a poem in 2 Senryus)

We carefully choose
bits of our lives that we then
weave into stories.

Like birds building nests, 
making the safe places that
keep and define us.

The Nests of Weaver Birds

Nests of weaver birds 
                                   hanging down from the palmyra palm
          

Bubble Nests

Siamese

         F i g h t i n g

              Fish,

Bettas

         B l o w

            

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Still mourning dove nests,

safety for tenuous eggs.

Calm dove births her spawn.

Empty Nests

empty nesters watch
leaves skating on frozen ponds…
a soft sun beckons


©12/15/2019

Writing Challenge, December – Winter Haiku or Senryu
Sponsor, Dear Heart – Wiishkobi Ode

Last Year's Nests

Interlacing strands of love
were woven with such warmth and care.
I felt secure in your presence,
united by trust in the unity of our shelter
strengthened by the fibre of our hearts.
But that was yesterday,
before the pruning of my emotions,
the crumbling of the fabric of my being
leaving me vulnerable,
exposed to your cruel camouflage of lies
and the violation of

Last Year's Nests

Tide out ...

Swells break far and creep slow,
sweeping tender 'cross washboard flats
where they used to dance -
where they lauded the ebullience of life
in purpose ... and pairs.

Beach ballerinas, flaunting perfect line ...
toothpick legs busy as Baryshnikov 'midst the billows,
leopard mantle still as stars
while they streaked and pattered forth-and-back,
never touching the hem of the combers.

Nature has

Last Year's Nests

I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests -
the swallows’ under an eave of our garage
and the robins’ hidden in a cluster 
of our pear tree’s lovely green boughs.
I wish to have seen the eggs the robins surely

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